I've made my bed
And I'll lie in it
I guess
But I won't sleep
And if I collapse from exhaustion
I swear I won't dream
But if my brain
Should grow bored with blackness
And fill itself with pictures
They'll not be about
All the chances I had
To say or do something
That I never took
Because of fear or anger or insecurity
But if I should think
Of nothing better to entertain myself with
I'll not wonder
What might have been
Had I chosen another path
But if my mind begins to wander
And my thoughts lead me to wonder
I'll not dwell on it
Or live in a made-up fantasy
I won't live a lie
But if I should wake
And find no truth in my life
I'll simply get up
And make my bed
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